I have something like that .From the time I started hunting I kept notes on what I got and some general locations .Along with anything unique that may have happened during the day . For example my notes for Oct.16 1971 show that I shot 2 Gray Squirrels and a Red Squirrel while hunting. The Grays where shot at 8:30 and 10:35 I would have been 17 that year .I have several note books of things like that I doubt that anyone else is interested but I sometimes look at them and recall the events of the day . And maybe someone will look at them sometime and take a slight interest in the things I wrote down

My boys and I tapped trees with my grandpa (their great grandpa) this afternoon. Great memories to never be forgotten!

Some of the wisest men I've known could be found whittling under a shade tree on a hot summer afternoon.

What you said about a woman's devotion to her husband is spot on whether it's PC or not. My wife is probably the biggest blessing in my life... She is up before me packing my lunch, laying out my clothes, and cooking me breakfast and making coffee. I make a good living and one of the reasons I am able to is because of the support I get from her.

I fear my boys will have a devil of a time finding a woman with the same virtues their mother has.

Mike

So true. Gramps, my dads grandpa that I fished with. Died when I was in my 20’s. He kept a journal/diary every year. I have some from the 40’s and 60’s. I read them all once a year. Fascinating to me! If I read something that I have a question about. I make sure and stop by the local hangout and ask the older guys. They always enjoy it and I always learn something. Thanks

Interesting read. had a family re=union some 80 relatives all in their 60-70 discuss talking with their grand side of the family uncles, aunty's parents etc. of the past and the stories they could remember. Some could remember some things but there was a lot of blanks from others.
I'm glad that some prior generations made some books and some of the descendants bought copys, but there are many pages to fill in since the last printing.
And now with out hard copy what will be around in the next round of technology of 000001000100010010101000 for our next generation to follow.

How very true .There are a lot of educated people without much wisdom and there are a lot of smart people that have the kind of knowledge you do not get from a book

Ah what memories of the halcyon days of my youth.
My grandparents from PA passed when I was youngster and I do not recall ever meeting them. I was told that my PA grandfather was a plumbing heating guy and had a hardware store. My PA grandmother had been a school principle. It would have been nice to get to know some of that side of the family. They raised four boys and one daughter.

The grandfather I did get to "experience" was not all that non-typical from many I have met over the years.
He was what was referred to as a go getter. He would get up every morning, drive my grandmother to work, then go get her. Sometimes she would have to start walking if the fishing was real good. A man has to have his priorities straight, and gramps knew what was important to him. Not a clue about being a good grandfather or husband, but he knew what he liked.
At times when his busy schedule allowed my late mother (she passed away when I was a young teen) would talk him into watching after me for the day.

I always marveled at how his eyes would flutter at rapid intervals as he chugged a beer while driving down the road, heading for a spot somewhere beside a lake to fish. Brook, stream or river fishing was never an option as you have had to walk and expend some energy.
He would tell stories with great enthusiasm about coon hunting, rabbit hunting and fishing. It is odd he never told any work stories but I suspect it was because he had no experience in such endeavors.

One day he took me on a long hike, probably forty yards from the pick up truck into a cedar filled swamp. It seemed like a several mile walk as gramps had never taken that 7 or 8 year old on such a long walk.

We got to the middle of what I know recognize as an old cut down. He stopped and froze in position. He held up a finger to his lips and indicated for me to be quit.
Scared I also froze. He listened intently. All of a sudden he shouted "Look out, there coming for us!!!!" and he sprinted off into the thick woods leaving me standing there, ready to be devoured by what ever beast was "coming for us". He disappeared so quickly I had no chance to follow or even figure out which way he was heading. What a guy.

I remember being very scared yet somehow being able to think to myself, my God, my grandfather left me behind. It was one of the first lessons of trust no one to be driven home. Very early age for that kind of a lesson.

A few minutes later my grandfather came out of the brush laughing his fat rear end off. Let me explain that is not quite true as no man could laugh hard enough to lose that fat of a rear end, one that had been carefully built watching Red Sox games while grammy toiled in the shoe shop.

I could go on about all the adventures I had with gramps but I think you may get the drift. The sad things is when he passed I was in my later teens and we were away in the Maine woods on a fishing trip. I never forgave him for ruining my trip because the distant family I was with insisted we return to town.

Oh such wonderful memories. Maybe that is why I have never retired. Maybe that is why I run a business after officially retiring, work two part time jobs, and teach many evenings. Geese, I am kind of surprised that old Anti Gov did not have my picture on his parade of proud Americans working!

For those that had great grand parents, I am envious but glad you did, and I am glad you have such great memories. But I am here to prove even a bad situation in life can be used as motivation. Even a crap head can serve as an example of what not to be like. Crap head? Seems harsh? I left out the stories of my mother being the only one that could control the old fisherman when drunk and he had been beating on gram. Oh those halcyon days of my youth.

The joy in our lives was gifted in such family ties Pawnee.

I had all 4 grandparents until I was 30. First to go was my mother's father, Charles. He worked in a munitions plant during WWII, welding inside depth charges. Fumes from that ruined his lungs but he still made it to 1982. We were talking about his lung problems shortly before he died and he said "I got to live my life, so many of my friends did not come home from Europe or the Pacific."
My mother's mom was named Olive. She was 16 when my mother was born (Grampa Charlie joked he still had double ring bruises in the middle of his back, compliments of his father-in-law) and my mother was 18 when I was born so Gramma Ollie was a grandmother at 34 years of age. She lived to be 93 and we have a picture of her with mom, me, my daughter and Tim my grandson, 5 generations. Gramma Ollie's grin says it all.
My other grandfather Ralph Space was a state trapper and taught me how to catch fox in a water set. He was quite the" ladies man" but always made sure his girlfriends were named Elinore, so he did not slip up and say the wrong name at home!! At his funeral Elinore's were showing up from all over....
Gramma Space died on my birthday in 1997 at the age of 93. She was the hardest working person (not just woman but of all people) I have ever met. When Gramp (Ralph Space) was off pursuing another Elinore she ran the mink and fox farm. In the 30's and 40's before they had electricity she would butcher and can 2 horses a day in 2 quart jars on a wood stove in her house to preserve the meat for fox and mink food. This was in the summer months.
She also was great cook and sold pie slices in her general store (called that back in the day, now it would be a deli). People would come for miles around for apple pie and cheese slices. She cooked in the Space Farms kitchen for the zoo visitors until shortly before her death. One day when she was 90 years old a delivery man came with two 100 pound sacks of flour. He told her he had a bad back so she carried both sacks of flour from the truck into her kitchen! Delivery man must have mentioned it when he got back to the distributorship cause the next week his boss showed up with the truck to see if it was true and she repeated the stunt again. They gave her 10 bags of free flour but asked her not to carry them from the truck again. Her answer "Who the He-- is gonna carry them if I don't?"

Mac nice lol, and eric very nice stories